Chapter XXII
Mr. Fentolin sat for a moment in his chair with immovable face. Then he pointed to the door, which Gerald had left open behind him. "Close that door, Gerald." The boy obeyed. Mr. Fentolin waited until he had turned around again. "Come and stand over here by the side of the table," he directed. Gerald came without hesitation. He stood before his uncle with folded arms. There was something else besides sullenness in his face this morning, something which Mr. Fentolin was quick to recognise. "I do not quite understand the nature of your question, Gerald," Mr. Fentolin began. "It is unlike you. You do not seem yourself. Is there anything in particular the matter?" "Only this," Gerald answered firmly. "I don't understand why this naval fellow should come here and ask you to close up your
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